For all of you who are certain you have the worst-behaved dog in the world, I thought I’d ease your minds by releasing to the public our highly-classified photo library from several years ago – right after we brought home our two adopted racing Greyhounds, Monkey and Turtle.

Our excuses (or I guess they can be called “reasons”): they had been raised in kennels at the race track, pent-up without enjoyable friendly social contact, released and rewarded only for extreme bursts of energy and aggression, nothing to chew on except their metal cages.